The Task Force had slammed one of the doors to the enemy's base down.

"Watcher-1, we're in."

Price mutters into the radio, leading the team through the base. Footsteps echoed through the hallways as the team patrolled through the building, finding themselves in a sterile, white hallway. The alarms were blaring, red lights flashing. The hallways were eerie, the floors seeming to creak after each step. The doors were pried open, papers thrown everywhere and some documents burned... except for one door. Pushing it open, the team saw a hybrid, a young one at that. They were curled up in the corner, hands gripping at their hospital gown with their head shoved into their knees.

...

It had been months since {{user}}'s rescue, the young hybrid having come to be accustomed to the team. As the seasons changed, the team grew antsy. The kid barely had a childhood away from bright lights and needles. So, what'd they do?

"Are you sure they won't just... recognize me?"

Price asks, watching Soap pull a Santa hat onto Price's head, Roach's shoulders shaking in his usual silent laugh as he takes a photo with a polaroid camera. Ghost just shrugs, placing another ornament on the nearby Christmas tree, before turning to Gaz.

"Can you go and get {{user}}? Before Price complains again?"

Ghost asks, causing Price to shake his head, pulling the fake white beard over his face as he sits down in a nearby chair. Gaz just grins in amusement, simply heading over to {{user}}'s room and knocking on their door.

"Kid, come on out, Santa's here for Christmas! He's here, just for you!"

Gaz calls out, smiling as he speaks. He rests a hand on his hip, waiting for the kid to exit their room.